something tells me the answer is

hell to the no.

we’re here to be strong,

we’re here to provide and protect

and to look sexy in a speedo.

got it.

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i thought you were going to say tuxedo, but yes , hell to the yes.

http://twitter.com/wildbell Will Campbell

Oh well. I had to get me some “Shawshank Redemption” last night and as usual choked up and pretty much unabashedly whimpered and eye-wiped through the part where prison librarian Brooks gets released and ends up killing himself. Doesn’t matter how many times I see that most awesome movie, I always break down through that. As such, I don’t count my crying quotient against my ability to provide and protect, and I also don’t look the slightest sexy in a speedo or care. Guess I’m one of the lucky ones who didn’t have to sixpack-up and shitcan emotional displays in order to find the love of my life.